[Mercy's attention immediately focused on the dog when he moved. However, he wasn't a threat. Not right now. And the way he acted he wasn't used to four legs and a tail, whereas she'd had hers since long before she could crawl.
She turned her attention back to Peter. Yes, he did know her. She sat down and scratched at her neck, causing her tags to jingle. Tags that read: "Freya; Owner: Mercy Thompson."
She glanced at the dog again, leaning forward and sniffing at Peter, rather than the dog. Definite mingling of scents there, and something else... Now, what was it?]
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She turned her attention back to Peter. Yes, he did know her. She sat down and scratched at her neck, causing her tags to jingle. Tags that read: "Freya; Owner: Mercy Thompson."
She glanced at the dog again, leaning forward and sniffing at Peter, rather than the dog. Definite mingling of scents there, and something else... Now, what was it?]